Master of Strange Dao

There was an instinct driving him, turning starving ghosts into hungry ghosts, freeing them from the inevitable destiny of the starving ghosts.

But at this moment, Yu Ziqing said nothing.

Living had ceased to be important to them.

He felt he must respect these people's thoughts, give them the opportunity to incinerate the locust god themselves, which would be the greatest fulfillment.

A moment later, Yang landed.

"Have you made up your mind? Is there really no other way?"

Yu Ziqing briefly relayed what Nie Shuang had just said, and Yang also fell silent.

"The locust god... God..."

He sighed, then looked at those starving ghosts and found himself unable to utter any words of persuasion.

"Do we need to send Feng Buju and the others out first?"

"No need, they won't be harmed."

Yu Ziqing walked up to Nie Shuang and extended his left hand, pressing it on Nie Shuang's chest.

He felt the most pure obsession, a fury that not even heaven and earth shattering could extinguish, so pure.

Purer than the rage burning in the chest of the Red Ape in Yu Ziqing's own heart.

"You've sacrificed so much, the decision is yours to make, yours to ignite."

In the palm of Yu Ziqing's left hand, the imprint formed from the page of Alien Fire, suddenly sparkled with tiny, fine sparks.

These tiny sparks, which required minimal power, so little that Yu Ziqing didn't even feel any consumption from this Divine Skill.

However, after those tiny sparks appeared, the nearly extinguished sparks that fell into Nie Shuang's chest instantly ignited the fury within him.

Red flames burned from within Nie Shuang's chest, igniting from inside him.

The surrounding starving ghosts, one after another, came forward and ignited their own fury with the flames burning on Nie Shuang.

Fierce Flames, like light, formed a spherical ripple, spreading in all directions without any dead angle.

Flame after flame began to burn.

The entire world, once silent, began to fill with anger, discontent, and vast obsessions.

The whole world seemed to catch fire.

Many locusts burned and fell from the sky like a rain of fire.

Yu Ziqing stood in the flames, quietly enduring the scorching, yet he felt nothing.

Yang was touched by the flames, yet it was as if those flames were illusions, visible and felt, but untouchable.

Because he was not a locust or a locust god, here, the vast obsessions of the living beings were reluctant to waste the slightest bit of power on something futile.

The initially indiscriminate burning fury now transformed into an attack specifically targeting locusts and the locust god.

The earth was burning, the sky was burning, the cities were burning, the starving ghosts were burning, the locusts were burning...

The flames aimed to burn down this world, to pierce through it.

Yu Ziqing, feeling that most pure power, was full of stupefaction.

Though it hurt his heart, he saw that the faces of the starving ghosts carried smiles; their hearts full of rage burning, yet they smiled freely.

Whether he wanted this or not was no longer important.

At least at this moment, Yu Ziqing felt he had done something right, something good.

Yang stood there, feeling shocked and also fearful; he felt his Divine Soul trembling.

The most common of Living Beings, or rather, those starving ghosts whose consciousness was less than a Mortal, those who were starving to the point of being delirious, just holding on to their last breath.

The power they erupted with at this moment was something those Ninth Tier Strong could never achieve.

Inside the Alien Fire Sealing, he hadn't seen such scenes, but now he was witnessing them with his own eyes.

He realized how terrifying the rage of the Living Beings could be.

So terrifying that even the locust god, which was essentially like a deity, could be burned to death.

Yes, the locust god was doomed.

It was doomed, with no possibility of survival.

And in this Sealing, utterly enclosed, it had no escape, no avoidance, no resistance.

In the palm of Yu Ziqing's hand, holding a locust, he wanted to wait and see what exactly this locust god was.

He protected the locust in his palm from being burned to death.

Looking far and wide, he only saw a connected horizon of blazing flames spreading towards the ends of the world, soon to ignite the entire world.

Unbeknownst to them, without having reached any agreement, Feng Buju and King Xiang had also come here, and flames burned on them as well, but those flames did not harm them.

Their expressions were not good; they were frightened.

Because they could clearly sense that it was the rage of Living Beings, originating from some common people whom they could kill with a slight release of their power, or from starving ghosts, or from those who were about to starve to death, already unconscious people.

The more it was so, the more they felt fear, uncontrollable fear.

Because in their era, such a thing, such power, had never emerged.

They could even clearly sense that if that fury were directed at them, they too would die!

They too could not withstand those flames which fundamentally could not be extinguished.

Only Yu Ziqing didn't feel the fear, nor did he think there was anything wrong.

Even more, Yu Ziqing felt that this was entirely reasonable, that it should be this way.

The rage of the lowly Living Beings burning through the world and killing those high and mighty bringing calamity felt extremely in line with Yu Ziqing's own principles.